metaphysical transplant

I have no idea how to explain it. I want to go to California but I don't want it to be California. I think I just need to move to some huge city like New York or Chicago or Houston or even Detroit. Perhaps I just want to go visit the family, but last time I went for my cousin Anna's wedding I felt like shit and all I wanted to do was come back and see Heather, who knew nothing of the sort. How the hell could she? hahahahahaha

It was so weird, as soon as I got off the airplane and was on the was back to Santa Ana from LAX, I felt instantly that I wanted to go back to Grand Rapids because it is my home, and now I want to leave, but not really. I think I just want to take Grand Rapids and all its inhabitants with me wherever I go. I am so used to moving at my leisure that I still want to be able to do it at a moment's whim, but I don't really want to move away. I can't explain it. I will leave it in the metaphysical.

Metaphysics, ahh. One day I will write a book on metaphysics because after all no one is an expert and who is going to tell me any different. I am also going to write a book on sociological perspectives along with my fictional tales of drugs, women, and nonsense. I am nonsense or so I have been told. Somebody has to read them, how can one not?

For Reigen, Abigail, Fortuna, and most importantly Titania. Take care dears !!!